Thursday, October 23, 2014
Welcome to My House
For me, this means my house is spotless and beautifully decorated, a delicious and nutritious dinner is in the works, my kids behaved all day in a manner worthy of Parents Magazine, and I am a Cool Mom because I put together a craft that was not only fun but taught shapes, colors, numbers and letters simultaneously so that my children were happy geniuses by the time they completed it.
Sometimes my day is not so good.
Okay. Both of these scenarios are a little exaggerated. Point being, my life is made up of a little of each. And I'm okay with admitting that. I am. I am okay with being real. There's actually freedom there: I have no illusion of perfection to keep up.
But I feel bad for those folks. They're often the same ones who get a guilt complex after reading Proverbs 31. As if it's a manifesto on womanly perfection which they believe is unattainable, so they see all the things the gal does in that chapter as a list of their own failures. In contrast, I read that chapter like a kind of Freedom Offer. As if God was saying, "Here's a bunch of cool things you can do- what's your pleasure?
Welcome to my house. And by my house, I mean this blog. I can't promise it won't get messy. But it will be honest. After all, it's kinda like my online diary.